In the morning,I’m
opening slowly, a bud,
a flower,
breathing softly,
In the summer sweetened air.
Cat stretches
Lazily,hot stones
a bed.
Don’t let the day
begin too soon.
Relaxed.
I feel your presence
In the azure sky.
Now midday,I bloom.
And take in all there is
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Simply a beautiful, tender poem, Katherine Thank you.
Glad you like it,David.All the best